Sister Solar looked around blearily as Hitomi did something funny with her legs. Then suddenly Solar was being forced over and an unbelievable pain like nothing she had ever felt before shot through her body like a thunder bolt.

"Arrrggghhh!! Oh my God!!!!!"

Obviously she had never been in anything as complicated as a sharpshooter before. It felt like she ahd been tied into knots and she was finding out the worse way what a pretzel felt like.

"Ref!!! What is she doing to me???!!! It hurts!!!! It hurts sooo much!!!!!!! Help!!!!"

"Not good enough!" Hitomi said, cranking the hold back once more, "I want you to beg me for mercy, to say that you are weak and you will never again try to challenge me! C'mon, say it!" She pulled back once more, hoping to make Solar scream. The referee moved to stop Hitomi, but a quick glare managed to make the ref back down.

The ref finally put her foot down. "Let go, the match is over!" she yelled. Hitomi sighed, and released her sharpshooter. "You should be glad the referee has guts, unlike you," Hitomi said. She gave Solar a kick in the gut. "Well, that was fun enough," Hitomi said.

Solar just lay there sobbing and favoring her back. Her legs felt like lead and she could not move them at all. She coughed and kept sobbing when kicked. It was obvious she was not going to be able to leave the ring of her own accord and would need help to leave.

Hitomi looked down at Solar's prone form. "Pathetic," she said. She shook her head and walked out of the ring. She had fun, but was still disappointed. She thought that the jobbers at AFW would provide a decent fight at least, but in the end Solar just ended up being a punching bag. "I guess I can't look to the weaklings for my fun," Hitomi said to herself, "I'll have to look for the stronger ones..."